Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Franke,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.